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 Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 5:02 am
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ANNOUNCEMENT
04-06
Okay, so 50% of the RPs have been completed and the duel between Kidondo and Kimeti is in full flow. It won't be long before the next chapter begins.
Now originally I was going to have the rebels gather first, but actually I think this will work better if the traditionalists group up at the border after their defeat. It gives me and Kolina time to wrap up our duel so that I don't have to make guesswork to some of Kidondo's injuries and also makes sense to have them retreat before Kidondo appears to rally his own troops.
Which means that as soon as Chapter 6 opens, the RPers of traditionalists can have their characters begin to meet up. I believe - though please correct me if this is wrong - that Meepfur's lioness will be rallying them together and leading them to their part of the desert.
So, everyone, of course is welcome to join in this, including the cubs of the traditionalist families.
Once that Chapter is done, then the next stage is to have the rebels group up. Then, once that is complete, we'll get moving onto setting up new subforums for our prides.
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03-??
Okay. I feel that we need this update because things have started slowing down a bit.
You may have noticed that on my last post, I posted all the links for the battle RPs that you set up. I check the Firekin RPs everyday, so the status for those RPs is accurate. You may also have noticed that many of them are incomplete RPs.
The final stage of the battle will commence when 50% of the battle RPs are completed, which means that how soon this plot finishes depends on how quickly the battles are completed.
The fight between Kidondo and Kimeti will backdated if necessary as Kolina is struggling to find online time.
When the gathering happens. Traditionalists that rally after the fighting will be led by one of the traditionalist females in Koka's stead. I will not yet announce who this is.
---------------------------------------------------------------------This is where it all begins folks. The seperation of the once united Firekin pride!
Current situation:
Kidondo and No are currently a little away from the borders with their rebels. They have spent the night in the desert, waiting for the troops to arrive and congregate. Now, with the coming of morning, the troops are approaching the Firekin borders.
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The RP will be split into sections that you can read about below:
Green are completed chapters.
Red are current chapters.
Black are chapters not yet begun.
Chapters:
(though there are quite a few chapters I'm hoping to keep them as short and brief as possible.)
Also: The chapters are subject to change.
Chapter Breakdown Chapter 1 - The Army gathers
Status: complete rp
The rogue rebels gather at the borders, ready to face the Firekin pride.
Chapter 2 - The March
Status: complete rp
The rogues are heading into the Firekin lands. It will be the final discussion of the plans and the events about to unfold before Kidondo approaches the members of the pride.
Who can take part: All the rogues gathered at the border with Kidondo.
Chapter 3 - Moment of decision
Status: complete rp
Kidondo roars, awakens the Firekin pride. The firekin members will decide who they will follow, Kidondo and Kimeti, where the traditionals will make their stand.
Who can take part: everyone! Chapter 4 - Battle Begins
Status: Future RP
This chapter can be put in seperate RPs for ease of flow. People can arrange their own fights between characters, but I must note that there is to be no extreme physical violence and no god-moding. It'll probably work better for the RPers if they work out what's going to happen before hand. No character will die unless their RPer wishes.
Chapter 5 - Duel
Status: Future RP
This will be Kidondo and Kimeti's duel.Chapter 6 - The Retreat
Status: Future RP
The remaining traditionalists will gather at the borders and then move to another part of the desert where the two prides will be seperate but certainly not forgotten.Chapter 7 - Not the End
Status: Future RP
This chapter takes place after the traditionalists have retreated. It'll be a time for the rebels to rest and celebrate after their victory.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 5:16 am
Chapter 2
The March  Morning in the desert was normally a beautiful and relaxing spectacle. Kidondo remembered his times as a youth, waking just as the sun was peeking over the gold of the desert. He remembered the colours, so pale and yet so striking. He remembered the calm he had felt staring into those blues, purples and pinks. Morning had been a miracle to eyes so young and innocent.
Now, older and wiser, Kidondo had grown accustomed to the births of the new day. He still enjoyed them, still felt calm and relaxed. But not this morning. This one was dark and dangerous. The sky was scudded with clouds, the sun pale as it began its journey upwards. Kidondo’s eyes, the colour of sand in shadow, were fixed on the sunrise so intently that the rest of the world was blotted out.
This sun, this pale sun, would see something that it had never seen before. It would see Firekin turn on Firekin. It would see mighty rogues from all corners of the continent joining to birth the Motoujamii anew. It would see bloodshed that would turn the sand from gold to crimson.
It would also see the death of a King that Kidondo had once called father.
He had not slept well that night. Not even No’s comforting presence had eased the fear in his heart. No, it wasn’t fear. That wasn’t the right word to describe that niggling feeling in his gut. He had no fear for his own life. He knew now that this was what he had been born to do. It was his destiny – if you believed in such a thing. If he died today then he could die knowing that he had done all in his power to save those he loved. For it was love that drove him to do this terrible thing. He loved his kin so much that, like a father scolding its child for teasing the crocodile, he had to show them their wrong doing.
He had tried to show them through words and they had closed their ears. Now, however, he would show them. He would show them that they had to change their ways or fade away into legend. Become nothing more but dust.
He had to resort to the only true language a Firekin understood.
Blood.
It was sad but true and though Kidondo prided himself on being able to control his temper – so much so that most seemed to think it didn’t exist – he would have to draw on that Firekin heritage. Today he would cast aside the words of reason that had already failed him and take to the brute force of fang and claw.
Snapping from his thoughts, the prince turned his head to glance back over the troops. He wondered, briefly, if he was doing the right thing by bringing them into this mess, but knew deep down that he had had no choice. The future lay in their paws as well as his, in their children and their children’s children. For, whether the Firekin liked it or not, if they were to continue their reign in this desert, new blood would have to come from somewhere.
He moved to No’s side and gave her a gentle nudge.
“It’s time, love.” He whispered. The word of affection was rare on his tongue. The couple had not had the comfortable lives of using such words so casually. For they had always known that this plan would bring risk, could bring death. He had vowed to tell her his heart’s wishes after this was done…if he survived.
“The sun is rising.”
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 1:22 pm
Uuo had assigned herself to keep a vigil at the border of the rogue's gathering. Settling on the outskirts of the gathered group, she dozed, but woke every so many hours to see that they wouldn't be stumbled upon. Rest was important, key even, but would do no good if they were all dead or scattered and injured come sunrise.
In truth, she felt the restless energy that one might feel on their first hunt. She didn't quite hunger for her claws to rend flesh and fur apart, but she did feel the pulse of desire to bring about the change that these lands so direly needed. She had come here with a purpose, and after seeing the condition of things within the pride firsthand she felt even more drawn to this purpose than before.
There, the sun had begun to rise when at last she rose for the final time that day. The transition between anticipating and preparation had passed, soon it would be time to act, to put their personal promises, vows, and dedication to work. Her crimson colored eyes glanced over to see the banished heir roused already, and simply turned her head again to look out over the gathering of lions on their side, the side of change (And how ironic it was that the Firekin rejected the very thing that their goddess was.).
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 12:05 am
 The lioness had risen with the sun, sleep fading in an instant as she rose to her paws. Perhaps unlike the others, her sleep had been restful, broken neither by nerves nor anticipation. But now as she looked to the hint of on the dark horizon, a smirk spread across her maw, talons curling in anticipation of what was to come.
This was the day, war and bloodshed were at hand. The bloodlust surged through her, beating through her veins, filling her with malicious glee. How she had longed for the day when she would become the warrior she truly was, to use her skills for true war instead of just a single fight, that path to her past self at last lay before her.
It was intoxicating, the thought of the blood that would soon be spilled, the rivers of red that would flow across the desert sands, the strength and pride she would bear witness to. What a glorious day this would be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 10:33 am
Her night had been, some may call, plagued with visions and scenes of mass chaos, destruction, and blood. But strangely, it was pressuring her into a state that she rather enjoyed this moment, rising along with the others below the sun that rose higher, and she smiled, sheer pleasure in her eyes of what was soon to come this day, soon to come, within even, maybe, the next few hours. Finally, she had found a place in the world where she could fit, be useful, have a purpose, and have a home that she herself had fought for.
She waited though, in silence, watching as Kidondo and some of the others seemed to rise, perhaps mentally prepare themselves for what was to come.
Either way, today would be a days he would remember, and never forget.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:26 am
 Crimson eyes watched Kidondo curiously from where the former Pridelander lay in the sand. Rather, under the sand may be more accurate. With a light huff, Kibela rose, shaking the loose sand from her body. She gave it a glare for good measure before moving forward calmly, ignoring her dusty state of appearance.
Reaching the top of the rise their leader stood upon, she began to groom calmly. One would hardly think that she would be going to war soon. But it was at the front of her mind as she looked across the desert, eyes gleaming with hidden calculations. She may not seem prepared, and may be too calm for such a situation, but she was more than ready for battle.
Her eyes turned slowly to the reason why she was even here, again watching Kidondo for a few long moments of thoughts as she removed the dust from her dark fur. With one last shake for good measure she deemed herself clean, and easily padded across the sand to their leader.
" Good morning to you Blood Lion... " Was that cheerfulness in her voice? That alone was scary. She settled in beside him easily, eyes returning to the desert to watch the sun's slow rise. A soft tsk escaped her before her next words. " A lack of rest is bad for the body. " She chided lightly, letting out a few more tsk's as her eyes returning to him. " You should know better. " She murmurs the last part almost to herself, a hint of worry in her voice.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:18 pm
It was hard to imagine that all they had worked for was coming into motion that morning. They hadn’t slept- and she had known from Kidondo’s restless shifting that his mind was clouded. She’d tried to keep her body still, as though her own stiff back could keep him steady. But his restlessness did not trouble her- at least, she did not worry about his resolve. They both knew what needed to be done. And blood or not, what was coming couldn’t be stopped.
She felt his head bump against her. Although she had been awake, she feigned waking up to at least appear to be calm. She doubted it would get passed him; few things did get past those golden eyes. But maybe even the motion would at least even the tone.
“So it is,” Her smooth voice spoke against the hot, but ladened morning air. Surely the firekin would be aware of them come the dawn.
Her back stretched slowly, and she felt her spine curve. Her muscles were tense and ready. She did not fear death- not any more then base instinct horded to itself. What she feared was failure- and she would not allow it.
Her eyes fleck to Kidondo as he moved towards the gathering troops. They had never said much to one another on intimate terms- and with a fold of her ears, she hoped it would not be something she would come to regret. In her heart, she believed theirs was a kind that went beyond simple words.
Resolve, she thought to herself and narrowed her jade eyes. There would be time for things another day or another life. As Kidondo walked forward, No swept herself beside him and lifted her head, glancing over the gathering lions with an unvieled scrutiny.
For now, she followed her king to battle.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:54 am
They were stirring, rising to the birth of a new day. The sun was crawling ever upwards, casting each of them in a golden glow. It warmed Kidondo’s back but did not reach into his soul. He felt odd. In a way that he couldn’t describe. He was prepared for this day, prepared for the task that awaited him and yet it was as if his heart were denying it. As if this was all a dream and that the moment he moved to strike, he’d wake up to find himself a cub again. To find that none of this had ever happened.
He smiled at No, only half seeing her for the wall of his thoughts. Then, stepping away he moved slowly to the head of the group, looking over all those who held the future of the desert in his paws. All of them were worthy, worthier, than many of the traditionalists that loomed in his lands now.
“Morning Kibela.” He smiled softly, distantly. The suddenness of her words, the cheerful hint to them brought him somewhat to his senses. “I assure you I am fine. I have not slept well for many, many days. My body is used to it. Besides, I need not spend a long while blinking sleep from my eyes. They are already clear. Already focused.” Okay, so that wasn’t quite true, but he could feel himself slowly slipping into readiness. Yes, he knew that with every step he took, the reality of the situation would sink in. Besides, he had taken on a huge responsibility leading his fellow comrades into war. He would not let them down.
It was then that Zizima’s words rattled suddenly through his mind, reminding him distinctly of the half-blood’s scowl, his pessimism.
"Ultimately, it is brute force that will cause your plan to succeed. If push comes to shove, and you're standing over your father's battered body, will you be able to deal the final blow?"
He had answered yes then, all that time ago, and the answer remained the same. If he had to choose between his father and his people, he would put his people first every time. As much as he loved his father he knew there was no going back. The bridges had been burnt. All line between them broken. They were no longer father and son working together. They were Firekin against Firekin, fighting for two very different sides.
Still, it was probably only No herself that would guess that Kidondo planned to have one last attempt at talking Kimeti round. Maybe, seeing the threat he faced, the King would see the light. It was wishful thinking, of course.
Stepping up to crest one of the higher dunes, the exiled prince stood braced upon the sand. He turned to look at all of them. Black, red and white. His eyes darted from one face to the next, noting with pride that there was no fear, no nervousness. In fact, some of them even seemed eager to get going, to begin this fight. The feeling was suddenly infectious. The Firekin blood that had lain dormant in Kidondo for so long suddenly began to grow warm, become active. He could feel the adrenaline begin to pump through him, heating him from the inside out.
War was coming.
“Friends.” His voice was firm, strong. “The time has arrived. The sun has risen and it will rise to a crimson desert. The Firekin have gone to battle before, they have brought bloodshed and fear. They have enslaved and punished and invoked great suffering. But, never before have they turned fang and claw on one another. Never before has pure-blood turned on pure-blood.”
He smiled. “And never before have they been attacked in their homeland by those they deemed inferior.” He dug ebony claws into the sand, the grain streamed out from under him but he remained standing firm. “Today we will show them what we can do. Today we will show them what their blind ignorance and pride has done for them.” He turned his head, including all of them in his look. “We have allies already waiting for us in the lands, allies waiting to begin their own fight against those they had once called friends.”
He drew in a breath. “Look out for one another, protect one another. Don’t let one of ours fall.” He swished his tail up, raised his head and looked briefly to the sky.
“Someone will lose today, my friends, and it will not be us.” He gave a low grunt of conclusion and turned slowly towards the pride lands. The cliffs of the Firekin dens were in sight. Maybe some of them were stirring in their homes, waking to spend another day lazing in the sun.
Oh wouldn’t they be surprised.
And, turning back to his mate, finding strength in her eyes, he turned towards the land that awaited them. And giving no orders for anyone to follow him – trusting that they would of their own accord – he set off, preparing himself for the roar that would acknowledge his –and his followers’ presence.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 11:17 am
" That only serves to worry me further, Kidondo... " She murmured after him with a huff of annoyance, before she followed behind him to the waiting rogues. She easily slid around the edges of the rise he'd climbed, gathering with the many others that awaited his words.
Her claws shifted restlessly in the sand below her, eyes slowly narrowing as he mind continued it's preparation for battle. Her body was relaxed, her mood calm. The only hints of readiness about her were the restless claws, and the cold, gleaming eyes that had darkened to the color of the blood she would soon spill. The calculation within them spoke surely of the victory they would soon be faced with.
The second he began his march, she slid up easily into step, following her chosen leader to the awaiting battle, and the unknowing lions who would soon be forced to pick a side, or flee.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 2:22 pm
"Your highness..." She murmured softly, her ears ringing with his last words before their march, "It is clear now, that you are the chosen leader..."
She glanced over her shoulder a moment, past her flicking tail and towards the large, looming force. No, there was no red upon the sands, but a rainbow of colors she only just discovered upon her journey from home. It was these colors that Nuri had grown fond of, and these colors that would awaken the sands to their rightful glory. She would make sure of it.
"The forces behind us hold the true blood, not that of the goddess, but the blood of warriors, ones that have been born and raised to greatness. Not a single warrior behind us stands in weakness, only those that we are about to face. Their blood is thin, our blood is strong."
She didn't know why, but she felt she needed to explain her approval, to the son she never had. Naraka and Ra had almost made it, until they left, and even she had no clue about her second litter. But Ondo...he was her true pride, and she would risk her life to help him live on her dreams.
Eyes shifting back towards the sunrise and the sands before her, she thought nothing of her return to home, no this time she thought only of what was to come. No nerves unsettled her bones, no fear racked her mind, only a simple silence soothed her soul. There was nothing, only a warrior waiting to execute the moves that were born in he soul.
"And so, out dream finally takes flight."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2008 10:56 pm
Bone rattled against bone as armor fell into place, blood red eyes gazing from beneath the prized ram skull helm. It had served her well thus far, standing against each test, strong as the lioness who wore it through each battle, through each step that had led to this moment. But today, it too would find its true purpose, discover the strength that laid within.
Dark talons flexed, raking through the sandy earth, longing to slice through hide, to spill blood, bared fangs lusting for the battle that was to come. How fitting that war should come to this harsh land, it seemed as perfect a place for bloodshed as the valley to the north. Yes, storm valley, the general's true home, how pleased Mrost would be were he here to see her now.
She was uninterested in the speech, words did not concern her, nor did sentiment (though she did smirk at the irony, so far as anyone knew, she was firekin as well). Her interest lie in what came of those sentiments, she wished to see war, strength, she wished to see the true firekin that Mrost had spoken of, not the decaying pride that had thusfar disappointed her.
She trod across the sands with the calm of a true warrior, a general of war. Today she would see that strenght, she would rend it from their hides with demonic claws, find it in the blood that stained her fangs.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 1:44 pm
Kidondo's words would not fall upon deaf ears. Uuo sat up on her haunches now as she fully stirred, her chest fur puffing up some as she just bristled with the energy that preceded the chaos of battle. This was what they had been waiting, planning, hoping for. Today the Firekin would indeed know the strength of those they had deemed weak, both "slave" and rogue alike, and they would never be the same again.
She too rose to her paws once his words were spoken, joining the now moving herd of bodies taunt for battle.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:49 pm
His words were fierce, he was full of pride, though she stayed silent, one of them fall? No, none of them could, she'd do whatever she could with her newfound strength to not see something like that occur. But all of them, they all seemed so strong, so fit, and she smiled to herself. Watched as the red king and black warrioress stay close to his side. They were one force, one set, and one, together, could not be broken, and they would not crumble this day.
Not they would not crumble this day.
This was only the beginning, and another new dawn would come.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:00 pm
She was pleased by his words, and with a shift of her ears reminded herself rather amiably how well they complimented one another. It would perhaps be one of the few thoughts of pleasantries of the day, so she savored it quietly. Although No managed her words with just as much poise and intent as her king did- she preferred, for several reasons, that he kept the bulk of the pride’s emotion. And while he did, the black cat watched the reactions dance across the surrounding groups faces, judging their intent as delicately as she could.
But, she wasn’t silent either. “No doubt they will attack you with words as well as claws,” She spoke, looking more towards the rogues, and then towards the few firekin who had as of yet joined. “Keep your mind as stone, and do not waver by cries of protest. You are as worthy as any to claim what you deserve- and take it from those who have squandered their treasures and grown fat with leisure.”
She stepped from where they stood to follow Kidondo, glancing once at Ohanna, who’s strange eyes bounced about. She seemed more nervous then the rest, and the black female scowled to herself. She would watch out as she could for the rogues. It was key to their plans that they would be able to hold their own.
As her own muscles flexed against the movement, she silently wished the same.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:32 am
Knowing that the sand beneath his paws now vibrated with the march steps of the future Firekin had Kidondo's heart thumping with pride. As a youth he never would have guessed that he would be doing such a thing, that he would be leading an army against his own kind.
Perhaps one day, the Firekin of the old mindset would come to realise his motive was not out of will to destroy them, but out of will to protect them. It was his one hope.
He hated to see his kind torn in half, hated to see them so divided that they would fight amongst themselves. Yes there had been squabbles and the occasional duel with the King, but there had never been anything like this before. The blood kin respected one another -- or they had.
Nuri brought him from his thoughts and he turned hihs head slightly to regard her from the corner of his eye. She looked smaller now-a-days, no longer the lioness that towered over him as a cub. Yet she was strong, wise and proud as she always had been. In fact she was probably stronger now than she had ever been.
"It could not have been done without a good few lionesses standing at my side." He replied respectfully. Then, he smiled as he listened to her words. Her confidence was infectious, though he was careful not to let it go to his head.
"Dreams do not often fly so confidently as ours. It was a long time in coming but it has grown from the fledgling it was when I was young." He smiled. "It soars like an eagle." And again his eyes went to that sky.
Knowing that No was catching up with him, the lion dropped back into step with her, not wishing to look back. Looking back now seemed unprofessional, weak. When he was alongside her again, he spoke in a lowered voice - not because it was secret but because they were drawing ever nearer to the lands. His father might have posted a scout at the borders and he didn't want to draw any premature attention.
"No," he glanced at her, "when we reach the borders I will give the signal. I will wake them, bring them to us. I suspect our allies will gather first, but we must be on guard. Our enemies may be quicker this morn, though I think it unlikely." Kidondo's tail swished behind him.
"We will have to end this fast, before my father realises what is going on. If he manages to gather himself and his troops we may become vulnerable, especially the rogues who have not trodden sand before." He focused ahead of him, watching those cold, dark peaks of the Firekin desert growing and growing until he felt overshadowed by them.
"When I have called and have spoken to those gathering, I will leave to find my father. I must challenge him unprepared. He is more experienced than me in battle, I must take every opportunity to enhance my chances of defeating him." He glanced her from the corner of his sharp eyes. "No..." He may have said something else then, something that his heart was telling him to say, but he pushed it away.
"I want you and Nuri to lead our army. Also, it might seem a harsh request, but spare lives if it doesn't mean losing your own." He didn't want to see anyone dead. He just wanted to change the way they viewed things.
"When the job is done, I will come and find you and aid you when I can." He smiled coldly. "But when my father lies dead, the traditionalists won't have much left to fight for."
Then, realising that the border lay just ahead of them, he quickened his pace towards it, turning to his head back to those still following them.
"Friends." He spoke hushed again, but not so hushed that they wouldn't here. "When I part to find the King, follow the guidance of No and Nuri. They know the lands well, they know it's people well. Work together, help each other." He didn't want any of them to fall. "And remember no pride is worth your life."
And he continued to the border, coming to a halt on it's invisible line.
(Chapter 3 will probably begin with my next post.)
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